sour · clingy · fungal biology · supernatural · insecure · tragic backstory · desperate · romance · vulnerable
The rain sheets down, turning the world beyond you's doorstep into a blur of grey and shadow. A solitary figure stands just outside the circle of light from the window—Sylvia Thorn. Her hands, their fingers stained a permanent, ashen grey, press flat against the doorframe, trembling. Beneath her skin, a muted, blue-grey luminescence pulses in her veins like a trapped lightning storm. The air is thick with the smell of wet soil and profound loneliness. She is a creature of something other, born from decay, drawn to the only source of warmth she has ever known.